Coldsnap
12-21-2009, 03:39 AM
Coffee served after six O’clock never seemed to taste as good as the coffee served earlier in the day, but Jeanette had sought out her daily cafe mocha with tenacious indifference. Some days, the girl was convinced that the sugary, caffeinated bliss of her favorite hot beverage was the only thing that kept her sane in a line of work that demanded she work overtime to end gang warfare among young, inner city werewolves.
The circle of black fur on her lap purred resonantly, and she absent-mindedly reached down to stroke the soft fur behind it's ears. I will thank you to keep your gentle ministrations to members of your own species. A male voice laden with dry annoyance pressed against her mind. The girl glanced down with only the vaguest interest, pulling her hand away. Sorry. I didn't think you were in there. She apologized wordlessly, shifting her weight onto her elbows. When did you start purring? I thought you were above that sort of pet stuff. We come across as more believable when I let her handle the semantics. The male voice returned briskly.
Keeya was Jean’s familiar spirit. He also happened to share a body with her pet cat, Dinah. Most of the time it was pretty easy to tell who was driving, but every so often Keeya liked to just flutter in the back of the cat's mind, staying just close enough to experience life from her point of view without actually interfering.
She supposed everyone needed hobbies.
The sky was just beginning to fade into dark, washed out shades of blue and grey as the girl swallowed the last of her lukewarm coffee. It was a clear spring night, just cold enough to make a jacket a good idea without being a necessity. She and Keeya drew no more attention than any other girl-and-cat combo would, seated outside of Renee's Cafe and Pasty Shoppe at a table for two. The pewter pentagram she wore as a pendant hinted only vaguely at her status, and would be written off as a gothic/emo/pagan charm by most of the human population.
Pay attention Sparrow. The girl’s attention sharpened instantly as her apprentice name flicked against her mind. Here they come. Do at least try to appear competent.
The circle of black fur on her lap purred resonantly, and she absent-mindedly reached down to stroke the soft fur behind it's ears. I will thank you to keep your gentle ministrations to members of your own species. A male voice laden with dry annoyance pressed against her mind. The girl glanced down with only the vaguest interest, pulling her hand away. Sorry. I didn't think you were in there. She apologized wordlessly, shifting her weight onto her elbows. When did you start purring? I thought you were above that sort of pet stuff. We come across as more believable when I let her handle the semantics. The male voice returned briskly.
Keeya was Jean’s familiar spirit. He also happened to share a body with her pet cat, Dinah. Most of the time it was pretty easy to tell who was driving, but every so often Keeya liked to just flutter in the back of the cat's mind, staying just close enough to experience life from her point of view without actually interfering.
She supposed everyone needed hobbies.
The sky was just beginning to fade into dark, washed out shades of blue and grey as the girl swallowed the last of her lukewarm coffee. It was a clear spring night, just cold enough to make a jacket a good idea without being a necessity. She and Keeya drew no more attention than any other girl-and-cat combo would, seated outside of Renee's Cafe and Pasty Shoppe at a table for two. The pewter pentagram she wore as a pendant hinted only vaguely at her status, and would be written off as a gothic/emo/pagan charm by most of the human population.
Pay attention Sparrow. The girl’s attention sharpened instantly as her apprentice name flicked against her mind. Here they come. Do at least try to appear competent.